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A Question of Love — Marianne Ruuth
By most people's standards Pamela White had combined all the ingredients for a life of unqualified happiness. A willowy blonde with sea-green eyes, she had captivated Henry Herbert, the most talked-about director in Hollywood, with her sensitive performance in a college production of Winterset. On the strength of his recommendation, upon her graduation Pamela was booked by a top agent and sent off on the whirl of auditions so vital to a young actress's career.
Furthermore, Henry Herbert, a young giant with tousled, sun-bleached hair and beard, was interested in more than Pamela's acting ability. He was charmed by her fresh vitality and her quick intelligence, and he frequently sought her company during his rare moments away from studio or desk. But Henry Herbert was a man who demanded--and was used to getting--the complete devotion of the woman he loved. Pamela, talented and ambitious, was not sure that she was ready to make the kind of sacrifice Henry wanted--even after he confided his terrible secret to her.
There was only one person with whom Pamela could comfortably discuss her dilemma over Henry Herbert. Gentle, black-eyed Bob Kellerman, a promising screenwriter and Henry's lifelong friend, always listened sympathetically and counseled wisely. Yet ultimately, Pamela knew, no one--not even Bob--could supply the answer to the question of love that tormented her alone.
Furthermore, Henry Herbert, a young giant with tousled, sun-bleached hair and beard, was interested in more than Pamela's acting ability. He was charmed by her fresh vitality and her quick intelligence, and he frequently sought her company during his rare moments away from studio or desk. But Henry Herbert was a man who demanded--and was used to getting--the complete devotion of the woman he loved. Pamela, talented and ambitious, was not sure that she was ready to make the kind of sacrifice Henry wanted--even after he confided his terrible secret to her.
There was only one person with whom Pamela could comfortably discuss her dilemma over Henry Herbert. Gentle, black-eyed Bob Kellerman, a promising screenwriter and Henry's lifelong friend, always listened sympathetically and counseled wisely. Yet ultimately, Pamela knew, no one--not even Bob--could supply the answer to the question of love that tormented her alone.